"Okay, sure, I think I can manage to get that stuff gathered up for you."
The things he'd asked for were so small, positively mundane. Soap, toothpaste--they hardly seemed important but she imagined having those small but familiar things would make him feel a little more normal. He couldn't have the big things--he couldn't sleep in his own bed or shower in his own bathroom or play his piano. Maybe something as simple as having shampoo that smelled like he wanted it to smell would make him feel a little more in tune with his environment. Or at least not so completely out of place.
She thought she might be able to come up with a few more little things he might like. She'd have to check with the charge nurse and find out what was or wasn't allowed because she didn't want to inadvertantly cause problems for House but once she had an idea of what was kosher, she was pretty sure she could find a few little 'surprises' he might enjoy. It wouldn't be anything big, naturally, but with his life stripped down so bare, she figured even a little surprise, some small luxury, would be welcome.
They were ambling up the path, moving slower and slower as they drew closer to the door. It wasn't deliberate. Her feet simply seemed to grow heavier as they approached. She glanced up at the nurse, who was standing next to the door. He wasn't rude, didn't even say anything, but he nodded at the door, a clear message it was time for House to be back inside.
"Come on," she said to House as they reached the steps. "We need to find Wilson anyway." The nurse held the door open for them so she released House's hand and led the way inside, allowing him to follow her and squeeze out the last few seconds of quasi-freedom. Once inside the nurse went about his business and left them alone to spend the rest of their limited time together.
Cuddy gave House a moment to adjust to being back inside. She combed her fingers through her hair, neatening it, as she looked around for Wilson. She let out an exasperated sigh as she caught a glimpse of him near the door to the common room. He obviously hadn't wasted any time finding that young woman again.
"I swear," she said, directing House's attention down the hall. "Wilson's the one who really needs a leash."
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The things he'd asked for were so small, positively mundane. Soap, toothpaste--they hardly seemed important but she imagined having those small but familiar things would make him feel a little more normal. He couldn't have the big things--he couldn't sleep in his own bed or shower in his own bathroom or play his piano. Maybe something as simple as having shampoo that smelled like he wanted it to smell would make him feel a little more in tune with his environment. Or at least not so completely out of place.
She thought she might be able to come up with a few more little things he might like. She'd have to check with the charge nurse and find out what was or wasn't allowed because she didn't want to inadvertantly cause problems for House but once she had an idea of what was kosher, she was pretty sure she could find a few little 'surprises' he might enjoy. It wouldn't be anything big, naturally, but with his life stripped down so bare, she figured even a little surprise, some small luxury, would be welcome.
They were ambling up the path, moving slower and slower as they drew closer to the door. It wasn't deliberate. Her feet simply seemed to grow heavier as they approached. She glanced up at the nurse, who was standing next to the door. He wasn't rude, didn't even say anything, but he nodded at the door, a clear message it was time for House to be back inside.
"Come on," she said to House as they reached the steps. "We need to find Wilson anyway." The nurse held the door open for them so she released House's hand and led the way inside, allowing him to follow her and squeeze out the last few seconds of quasi-freedom. Once inside the nurse went about his business and left them alone to spend the rest of their limited time together.
Cuddy gave House a moment to adjust to being back inside. She combed her fingers through her hair, neatening it, as she looked around for Wilson. She let out an exasperated sigh as she caught a glimpse of him near the door to the common room. He obviously hadn't wasted any time finding that young woman again.
"I swear," she said, directing House's attention down the hall. "Wilson's the one who really needs a leash."